Purple Micro Palace's Number One Enforcer, Tang Hao!

"Ah, no need for that."

Seeing Xiao Chenyu suddenly kneel, Zhou Chen offered a polite remark but did not stop him.

After all, as the master of Purple Micro Palace, it was only natural for his subordinates to salute him. If he stopped them, it would instead undermine his authority.

Many dim-witted transmigrators failed to understand this. They went to hierarchical fantasy worlds yet still pulled that idiotic "everyone is equal, no need to bow" routine, only to lose all prestige and even be looked down upon.

"Get up."

Zhou Chen made a token gesture to help him up, and Xiao Chenyu immediately rose with the motion. After all, kneeling on a mountainside strewn with stones was quite painful.

"All right, hurry back and take the medicine. I won't keep you any longer," Zhou Chen said with a smile.

Hearing this, the two could no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts. They immediately bade Zhou Chen farewell and hurried down the mountain.

They truly could not wait to swallow the pills!

"Huff..."

Watching their receding figures, Zhou Chen let out a long breath. He had wielded the stick and handed out the carrot. These two should be won over now, right?

If so, perhaps he could begin putting his plan into action—recruiting a large number of soul master students and expanding Purple Micro Palace.

After returning to the room, Zhou Chen suddenly remembered that he still seemed to have ten thousand Gold Yuan Points to use.

He had originally wanted to save them as reserve funds, but on second thought, money only showed its value when spent.

"System, draw!"

" Ding... Ten thousand Gold Yuan Points deducted. One draw."

In an instant, the colorful wheel began spinning again...

" Ding... Pill-type reward obtained: Blood Limb Elixir! This pill originates from the A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality plane. It can heal any injury sustained by experts below the Nascent Soul stage, and can even regenerate severed limbs!"

Seeing the System's description, Zhou Chen was overjoyed.

His internal injuries would originally take at least several months to heal, but as long as he took this pill, he could recover instantly!

Just as he was about to take it, a figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

Perhaps, if he used this pill well, it could bring him even greater benefits...

Night fell in western Notting City.

Inside a Blacksmith Shop, the clanging of hammer strikes rang out without end.

Beside the forge stood a tall, burly yet exceptionally disheveled middle-aged man. He gripped an iron hammer and continuously struck a pitch-black chunk of iron on the anvil.

The hammering followed an extremely regular rhythm and sounded remarkably pleasant, as though someone were playing music.

"So this is the Clear Sky Sect's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. Truly extraordinary."

A crisp voice rang out. The next moment, a child wearing a bamboo hat and face covering walked in.

He removed the face covering and raised his head, revealing a handsome little face.

It was Zhou Chen.

Upon hearing Zhou Chen suddenly identify the hammer technique he was practicing, the middle-aged man abruptly turned around. Staring at Zhou Chen, he slowly said, "It seems you know my identity, little Chen."

"Of course."

Zhou Chen nodded and chuckled. "Someone named Tang Hao who can casually knock out a level 47 Black Robe Bishop of Spirit Hall—there should only be one such person in all of Douluo Continent."

"That would be the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, who hammered countless Spirit Hall experts to death six years ago and caused Pope Qian Xunji to die of his injuries!"

"Oh."

Tang Hao nodded. Rather than showing surprise, he calmly asked, "Why did you come here? What, did you come just to expose my identity?"

"Of course not."

Zhou Chen shook his head, revealing an innocent smile. "As you know, because my talent is too extraordinary, many people, including Spirit Hall, want to kill me. I had no choice but to establish a faction for self-protection."

"This faction is called Purple Micro Palace. I would like to invite you to join us as a guest elder. Of course, you will be compensated."

As he spoke, light flashed in Zhou Chen's palm, and a crimson pill the size of a longan appeared. A blood-red mist swirled around its surface.

"This is..."

Seeing the bloody pill, Tang Hao asked in a deep voice.

"This is the Blood Limb Elixir, a sacred healing medicine."

Zhou Chen looked deeply at Tang Hao and said in an ethereal tone, "As far as I know, the injuries in your body are quite serious!"

At those words, Tang Hao's breathing instantly caught.

His old injuries were far more than merely serious.

In that battle six years ago, Spirit Hall had not been the only side to pay a terrible price. His own meridians had become disordered, his internal organs displaced, and his body had nearly collapsed.

This was also one of the reasons he had hidden in a small village for the past six years rather than seeking revenge on Spirit Hall. Once he fought an expert of the same level, he could very likely worsen his injuries—or even die on the spot.

Thus, upon hearing this, ripples immediately stirred in Tang Hao's heart.

"You brat, you certainly know quite a lot. What, can this Blood Limb Elixir ease my injuries?" Tang Hao slowly asked.

"No, it can heal you completely."

Zhou Chen nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on Tang Hao. "The Blood Limb Elixir can treat any injury suffered by mortals. Though you are a Titled Douluo, you are still, ultimately, a mortal."

Hearing Zhou Chen's boast, Tang Hao laughed with a hint of mockery. "Even healing-type Titled Douluos couldn't cure my injuries. You can?"

"I can't, but gods can."

Zhou Chen wore an inscrutable expression. "After I awakened my martial soul that day, you must have made some guesses about my identity. That's right—I have backing in the Divine Realm. This Blood Limb Elixir was bestowed upon me by a god from the Divine Realm."

"Really?"

Tang Hao looked at Zhou Chen's sincere little face, then recalled the earth-shaking phenomenon during Zhou Chen's martial soul awakening, as though a god had descended. He immediately believed him seventy percent.

In an instant, his heart, dormant for so long, finally began to boil with excitement. Perhaps this pill really could heal his injuries!

If so, he would have a chance to take revenge on Spirit Hall!

"Fine. I agree."

Tang Hao scratched his messy hair, suddenly finding the whole thing rather absurd.

He, the Clear Sky Douluo, was actually joining a force founded by a six-year-old child. Wouldn't people laugh themselves to death if they heard about it?

"You won't regret it."

Seeing Tang Hao agree, Zhou Chen immediately felt reassured.

With the Clear Sky Douluo standing guard, he would be much safer. Even if Spirit Hall discovered him, Tang Hao could fend them off for a while. At worst, he could at least take Zhou Chen and run.

Moreover, many plans Zhou Chen had previously not dared to carry out could now be calmly arranged over the next few years...